Piercing the Veil
Rekindling Old Flames
Sometimes in life, synchronicities appear—and recently, one came full circle in the form of a long-lost friend of mine: Jenn. Somehow, she really connected with me when I was younger in my teen years. I felt safe confiding in her. She was actually the first female I really felt comfortable opening up to.
A Spiritual Trade
Turns out she is a clairvoyant as well and reads cards. I have been having this nagging feeling in the back of my mind about a lot of spiritual questions regarding my own experiences. We connected on Facebook and made an old-school trade. I create a Medusa tattoo for her and she gives me a reading!
Ahhh, this is perfect.
I see an old best friend, and she has a really badass setup in her studio, so I also offered to get some cool photos for her!
Instant Energy
When I arrived, the energy was surreal. It had been so long since we had seen one another and yet it was like we never parted ways. We made small talk, and I gave some backstory as to why I was there and what I wanted to look for. She shared stories about her experience as a clairvoyant professionally and just in general. It was really awesome speaking to someone in person about this—and not to mention, she is a close friend.
I began to feel myself open up even more to the idea of being able to pierce the veil myself. Something I have never truly done. I have read and seen enough about the paranormal to know that I needed help in the area. She fixed me a kava drink—and I could definitely feel it kicking in. I haven't tried kava but this was exactly what I needed at this moment. I was relaxed.
Let the Cards Fall
After small talk, stories, and a quick cleansing, we dig into the read. My cards begin to tell a story—or from what she explains to me, it's framework from my spirit guides. As the cards unfold, they keep hitting almost everything on the nose. I didn’t talk too much about my career goals, and even then, the cards followed the mental structure I built in my head. These were cards I chose at random from a scattered pile—and yet they lined up exactly with what I’d been thinking. This spoke volumes to me.
I hadn’t told her about my plans to grow CB Creative into something bigger—but the cards pointed straight at creative entrepreneurship, vision, and long-term grind. It was like they’d read my blueprint.
Call me a kook, call me crazy, and call me insane—I honestly don’t give a shit. The bottom line is that from a skeptic’s point of view, this was hard to debunk. At that point, I knew exactly what she was talking about and how she was describing everything. All the assumptions I made over years about dimensions and supernatural paranormal stuff—they clicked. It all clicked in that moment.
The Muse Revealed
How am I tapped into this? The MUSE.
I read about the muse in a book called The War of Art. It talks about tapping into another realm of the gods to deliver something from an infinite supply of wisdom and energy. If I can tap into a muse, then this feeling I have had my entire life means I was ignoring my intuition. I mean, I didn't realize I was a true artist until I was 39 years old. The synchronicities are all locking into place.
Jenn explains to me I have a gift of interpretive writing. It only makes sense. Interpretive writing is basically art in motion—letting the words flow without overthinking. You need to let go and just do whatever it is you need to do with art and writing—and now this made sense.
It was the same fucking thing.
Feeling Seen Again
During the entire reading I was focused and had so much intent. I wanted to learn. Not only was Jenn helping me find this hidden skill that I have, but once again, she made me feel heard. Most people I talk to about spirits either say it's all bullshit or just smile and nod. Everything I say to this woman gets a detailed response. I can see where she is coming from. The need to help and knowing she can help.
The Egregore and the Studio
Aside from a potentially annoying entity creeping on me called an egregore (a non-physical entity or thoughtform that arises from the collective thoughts and emotions of a group of people), this was amazing.
Last, but not least I had photos to take!
Her place was amazing—trinkets, art, BONES, candles, and crystal balls everywhere. Even a crystal fucking wand! I snapped as many photos as I could, telling her the MUSE speaks to me when I’m behind the camera. I was a kid in a mystical candy store!
Parting Gifts
After the shoot we parted ways. She sent me off with a goody bag and instructions on how to cleanse my home. She gave me a necklace for protection which I will never take off. We hugged and parted ways.
On my way home, I felt energized. I was gripping the necklace she had given me. It is a black tourmaline rock with a tiger’s eye stone and a rose quartz stone. Again, call me crazy, but I was humming with energy and I literally felt like I could pick up a mountain.
That surge of energy—was this the feeling they always describe on Ghost Adventures?
Everything Was Already There
In some ways, I’m speechless—yet not surprised at all. This was an amazing experience and I was so happy I was able to experience it with such a close friend. This opened more doors, more tools, and gave me a deeper understanding of who I am—and what the fuck I’m doing on this planet.
Lately, I have been feeling like I am dreaming.
This was never a dream.
Everything I needed was already there. I just needed to wake up.